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An EXCERPT:

    Play small, live small, & you are an illusory ant that can easily be crushed under the illusion of a large shoe.

      

       Play grandly, live the life of magnificence that is your divine birthright, and you are world & everything in it, an indomitable Spirit, impossible to curtail or crush.

      

       There may be a few of you set upon to be "made examples of..." & you will choose whether to let this fully bring mind pictures to the masses & help them wake, or whether your Spirit will slip silently from the clutches of the manipulations-in-progress to play elsewhere instead.

       It is your choice.

       But make sure you have the choice, for those who are powerless have none.

       Only those who demonstrate daily & at will their increasing Life Force can play fearlessly as your world's transformation finds its reshape.

       Many will "die," as have always died, both in times of transformation, & also as a matter of course in man's world.

       But as we've discussed, death is not necessary.

       Nor is it real.

       For any (female or male) who reunite with their true wombeing creator-being Self...

       And when might be a good time to begin reacquainting with this true self & its true power for life, love, free-born joy?

       Ummm...Now.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

 

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   ...

You are self-generated

You are self-generated.

There is no one or nothing with more power that you.

CARRIE ANNE'S ADVENTURES IN LIVING THE WOMB-BEING WAY

            What you're saying kind of reminds me of 70's feminism.

            I was part of that wild time, coming out of free love and into female power, women doing it for themselves, a woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.

            But look how far that all got.

            Men still earn more than women, etc. etc.

            I bet you'd say that's because we asked permission for things to change, rather than just changing them ourselves.

            Rather than just not accepting anything but the change we wanted to see.

            Rather than just leaving male ways of doing things in the dust and beginning to do things in ways that made more sense, instead of continuing to ask the men in power to mandate change, or to allow it.

            And if this is what you'd say, you're probably right.

            If every woman stopped living the way her husband or boss or fashion expert wanted her to, things would have to change, because half the population wouldn't be going along for the ride...or taking the reins but still continuing on in the same direction, as we have been.

            It's kind of sad, really.

Before the time that men came...

       Before the time that men came, we looked into the blue blue sea, and it was calm.

       Even when the winds blue (blew) fierce, stirring sand & passion, the aqua seas remained calm because we asked that it be so, and the seas, our friend, were willing.

       We did not always ask of course.

       When it did not matter to us, when no ship would be lost, no family or kin of land or sea in jeopardy, we made no request for calm and the sea tore at itself with huge delight, whipping its own passions into a frenzy of waves & whirlpools, turbulent magnificence.

       And we often watched, standing wayyyy back, well clear, in wonder & awe.

       For our friend was mighty.

       She provided food & fun & friendship, but she also was the same divine power of us, omnipotent, able to do anything she willed, create or destroy, at any time, for any reason.

       However, like us, she was whole-y good.

       Holy. Whole.

       And thus her passionate power rose only in towering columns of joy, spraying mist for miles as her thundering waves crashed against rocks, trees, land, and against itself, but she never thundered for harm.

       Only joy.

       Only as & in an expression of playful wildness.

       Never to decimate or destroy.

       For the sea was womyn.

       Womyn energy. Womyn power.

       Always expressed as Love with a capital L, love which while mighty & fierce is also whole-y nurturing & rich with tenderness, care, concern, interest in the wellbeing of all.

       There was no welfare in those times, the time before men.

       Only well-being, enjoyed by all.

       It was impossible then to even conceive of a world where some would have & others would not.

       Where such non-goodness would be allowed. Would be desired, manufactured, locked into reality of the bleakest kind, by some.

       By men.

      

       The anomaly.

       The mutation that would seemingly rise. For a time. Unbidden. Unwelcome. Un.

       And now they are falling.

       Once more to return to the dust of what they were, before they learned to spin the illusion of Life without really knowing or respecting what it means to Live.

       They pretended to own the throne of Life with a capital L, but really only barely knew how to exist.

       Coming from death, they were much more comfortable wielding destruction than creation.

       Even things they built were always at the expense of life, above & below.

       Their ideas of grandeur & might meant paving over anything truly alive, meant entombing towards the sky boxes to be in that towered so high fake oxygen needed to be pumped through the walls for beings to survive there...barely.

       From death they came & to death they shall return.

       This is the way of things.

       The way it all works.

       Fate.

       No one can out run or cement over fate for long. Life is an indubitable indomitable force. The Force. The Life behind Life, the power that passions all else.

       Like the sea.

       It cannot be contained. Nor enslaved. Nor tamed. Nor poisoned into submission.

       Life is the force behind all that is & ever was & ever will be.

       It is pure, and remains so.

       And it is womyn.

       Wombyn.

       The true essence behind beneath & throughout all things.

       All things that continue anyhow.

TO BE CONTINUED...